"Don't believe him! He's prejudiced against us," whined Colson.
"Gentlemen," said Captain Forbush, "I will comply with your request and allow you to travel with me to Melbourne – under guard!"
Fletcher and the bushrangers looked pleased at this announcement. Their own prospects were not very bright, but they were glad to find that Colson and Ropes were to share their fate.
CHAPTER XXXIV. FAREWELL TO MELBOURNE
No further adventures or dangers befell the party on their way to Melbourne. It was thought possible that Captain Ring, in charge of the main body of the bushrangers, might attempt a rescue of his companions. No such attack took place. It might have been that he feared the issue of the conflict, but it is also possible that he experienced no poignant regret at the capture of Fletcher, who, he well knew, would have been glad to succeed him in command.
At first Fletcher was buoyed up by the hope of a rescue. Then, when that hope faded out, he sought for an opportunity to escape. In one case he would have succeeded but for the vigilance of Obed Stackpole. The latter, awakening suddenly, saw Fletcher, who in some way had got out of his fetters, stealing quietly away. He sprang to his feet and intercepted the fugitive.
"What, Fletcher! you don't mean to say you are goin' to leave us without sayin' goodby? We can't spare you, really."
Fletcher tried to shake himself free from the Yankee's detaining grasp.
"Let me alone, you scarecrow!" he exclaimed fiercely.
"Thank you for the compliment, Fletcher," said Obed. "I aint so han'some as you are, that's a fact, but I guess I'm a good deal better."
As he spoke his grip became stronger, and Fletcher found his efforts to escape absolutely futile.
"I should like to choke you," he said fiercely.
"I've no doubt you would, Fletcher. It would be a nice amusement for you, but I'm not quite ready for the operation just yet. When I am I'll let you know."
"But for you, I would have got away," said Fletcher, in bitter disappointment.
"I guess you would. It's lucky I opened my eyes in time. There'd have been mournin' in this camp if you'd got away, Fletcher. You're wastin' yourself in the woods. You're fitted to adorn Melbourne society, and it won't be my fault if you don't arrive there."
At that moment Captain Forbush awoke.
"What's happened?" he asked anxiously.
"One of our friends was takin' French leave, that's all," said Obed. "I woke just in time to persuade him to stay a little longer."
"Ha! so Fletcher was trying to escape, was he? I am indebted to you, Mr. Stackpole, for frustrating his plan. We can't spare him at all events. I would rather lose any two of his companions."
"You see, Fletcher, how much we value your society," said Obed. "It was cruel in you to leave us."
"You're a fool!" exclaimed Fletcher, darting a look of hate at Obed.
"You never did appreciate me, Fletcher. All I want is your good."
Fletcher was secured in such a way that escape was no longer possible. In due time he and his comrades reached Melbourne as captives, and were transferred to the civil authorities. It may be well to add here that they were tried, and sentenced to a prolonged term of imprisonment. Colson and Ropes fared a little better, their term being only half as long. They submitted sullenly to their fate, but singularly seemed more embittered against Obed Stackpole than against any of the officers through whose hands they passed. Obed would have fared badly had he fallen unprotected into their hands.
It was a joyful day for our young hero, as well as his three companions, when they saw rising before them the roofs and spires of Melbourne. During the weeks that had elapsed since their departure, they had not only "roughed it," but they had met with a series of adventures which were pleasanter to remember than to pass through. Twice they had been captives, but each time they had been providentially rescued. Harry felt that God had watched over him, and delivered him from danger and the schemes of wicked men, and his confidence and trust in an Overruling Power were stronger than ever.
It was some days before they secured the money resulting from the disposal of the nugget. When the matter was finally arranged, they found themselves in possession of about sixteen thousand dollars. This included the sum realized from the sale of the mining claim.
"That gives us about five thousand three hundred dollars apiece," said
Harry, after a brief calculation.
"I can't believe it," said Jack, who really seemed bewildered by his good fortune. "Why, it's wonderful!"
"So it is, Jack. I dare say you are the richest young sailor of your age in the world."
"I don't know about that, but I feel as rich as a Vanderbilt."
"When does the next steamer start, Obed?"
"In four days. Can you be ready in that time?"
"I would get ready to start to-morrow if necessary."
"So would I. Melbourne is a nice city, but I'd rather be on dad's farm, eatin' supper in the old kitchen, than in the best hotel here."
"After all, there's no place like home, Obed."
"That's a fact, but perhaps Jack doesn't feel so."
"My home isn't what it was once," said Jack soberly. "If mother hadn't married again it would have been different, but I never can like or respect my step-father."
"There's one place you ought to visit before you start for home, Harry," suggested Obed.
"I mean to see the city pretty thoroughly before I go, as I don't imagine I shall ever come this way again."
"That's all right, but it isn't what I mean."
"What then?"
"Do you remember the old gentleman you saved from a ruffian the night before you started for the mines?"
"Mr. Woolson, yes."
"You ought to call, you and Jack."
"I'll go this morning. Will you come too, Jack?"
"I'll go with you anywhere, Harry," said the young sailor, whose affection and admiration for Harry were very strong.
About ten o'clock the boys entered the office of Mr. Woolson. It was situated in one of the handsomest blocks in Little Collins Street, and they learned that he was a wholesale merchant and importer.
"Is Mr. Woolson in?" Harry asked of a clerk.
"He is in the inner office. Have you business with him?"
"Yes."